I'm focused on my happiness, while selfishness reflects the emotionless odds of what they've done.
Numbness crashes into my mind while this heart hangs on by a thread.
I was once a man many loved, and one who stood faithfully at their side.
Then I crumbled to the ground, when mania became something to study, as though I were watching myself from a third-person view.
The action behind every voice. The cries beneath every page. The climax written into every chapter.
It all ended with lost connection...
and deals with the devil.